#queerspir

[the-zinbeil]

On The Dawn of Evolutionary Neuro-Realism (and its Enemies).

Now we know.

Now we know that

a) Each single living brain is different.

b) It changes to better and worse over time according to its habits, its relation to people and things, its mental, spiritual, psycho-social, media diets, in close interaction with its physical host and their diet.

c) There are also meta-stable types, and typical transitions, there are traits typical of gender and age groups, also ethnicities, no one can change just like that, or alter and manipulate, unless with ugly invasive methods, or by accepting losses and high costs in life quality.

d) Types more rare, complex, sensitive, talented, usually born that way, can absolutely not be made equal to some norm, fashion, convention without harming them. Gravely. And losing all the works, states, strokes of genius they could give to the world, or the few who deserve such sacred gifts.

e) And each brain and type and stage of brain is more or less not creating, but reflecting, filtering, triggering, condensing, designing the world it needs and deserves, in symbiosis with other types of intelligence it can enter a higher unity and cooperation with.

This is what recent evolutionary neuro-cosmology is teaching us without the shadow of a doubt.

How does mainstream society respond to this new universal basis for all experience, human and beyond?

With PURE IGNORANCE!

Yep, chicklets, believe me, all the state based world is North Korea to us Knowing Ones.

Just some versions are worse than others.

Still.

[the-zinbeil]

On Being Alive. Some Ratpack Philosophy for all Queerdos.

“I will live until I die”

There the rat pack is right.

(In general we can assume that what a bunch of privileged good looking middle aged white guys consider a good life is exactly what we all should feel entitled to. For … why not?)

May this be your mantra.

Do not let anyone or anything keep you from living to the fullest.

For you will be sacrificed for the greater good, by verdict of divine evolution.

You will die.

Do not let your potential happiness, power, wealth, liberty, love, lasting legacy and legend be sacrificed one minute earlier.

But also: You will not be more original, more radical, more interesting, more healthy, more wealthy, more saintly, more beautiful, more victorious, more successful, influential or famous than you were meant to be.

If you try too hard by imitating others, stealing from others, selling obsolete and false ideologies, or applying violent, inadequate, mindless, fraudulent and unsave methods and technologies, the costs will be high, the dangers grave, the results most likely a failure.

Or even a curse with far reaching consequences.

And be it in the treacherous mask of a gigantic bubble of apparent “success” or “victory” written with the devil's sulphurous ink.

If you have a weird and insistent hunch that you might be a genius born for a most unusual accomplishment (like I always had) … try something precise and daring others deem impossible or have failed at, and succeed at it.

In the eyes of your own deep self and inner master, or one and a few truly knowing ones.

And then keep it hidden and do something else. Best something one can consider a service to humanity, sacred nature or the most needy, or most hungry and intelligent part of the global or local youth.

(You will be so certain of yourself and anything you do in this knowledge of your secret stroke of genius, you will be next to invincible. So becoming a con artist of money acquisition to have some luxury as your weirdo self to be shared with your weirdo friends and lovers might also be fine.)

Never try to please the crowd while still rather young and alive, unless great wealth and power to do good is likely to be gained. For success with mass and media is a trap and a prison to those who are truly, truly, truly, not just once in the long run, but only once in this precise incarnation … alive.

[the-zinbeil]

A Word on Love. Always divine, or not love.

Think this, dear chicklets!

There are countless, countless forms, kinds, ways, shades, types of love.

Many of which never, or rarely, experienced by any human being in your close neighbourhood.

Maybe one, even a few of them are waiting for you, every day, or one fine day, to be adopted as one is adopting a strange and noble creature one will be closer to than to one’s “own” biological child.

Why waste a precious life with the lame imitations of worn out love-programs just to please a social norm that is dead and gone anyway?

[the-zinbeil]

A Queerspir word on Procreation (and the female part in it).

One simple piece of ethics, bio or other, you cis-women will simply NEVER UNDERSTAND.

(one of many reasons why I have left mainstream liberal cis-feminism behind).

Matters of procreation, hence of adopting, performing and executing an agency that is built into a very long chain of genetic transfer, are simply NOT your own private isolated matter. You do not OWN the genes you are a host of. You simply don't. You have not made them, not bought them, not created them.

They are NOT YOURS.

You have been born with them, as a thing that has been lent to you, like a high good that you must make good use of. The relationship of a single woman to the genes being embedded in her eggs is analogue to the relationship of a person inheriting a piece of land in a feudal system. Yes, it belongs to them, it is theirs and theirs only, bringing them honour, dignity, a secure basis in the world, if the law is being maintained well, for a life time, with no one having a say as to how they will use that land.

But of course them having that land for keeps implies an obligation that they shall make good use of it, as that land is valuable. Others may not have any land. It is an insult to them if they burn the acer down and perform mad hysterical dances on it chanting: my land is my own private property and I can do with it as I please!

(Yes, it is an insult to an infertile woman with a burning wish for a child if a young careless woman has sex with whomever because, you know, there is always … abortions. If you do not feel, sense, understand that, dear cis-female liberal egotistic amoral sister, we really have no common basis, I am so sorry to say that, but so it is.)

So. Now.

All of what I have stated above has zero, nada, nothing to do with evil men, be it individuals, groups or organisations, claiming brutal power over your precious female bodies.

It is a matter of universal ethics involving personhood, decisions, nature, values, higher powers and norms. And a clear understanding what it is to be part of a living chain or living beings.

If you refuse to have that, respect that, learn that, and still have random sex to boost your slut ego you are just like an amok shooter to my poor old queer brains and eyes.

[the-zinbeil]

Just Remember.

Forget about all those sick new ideologies, all that media nonsense, all those bloody idiots who want to tell you that all women are saints and all men either weak losers or brutal rapists.

But also by all means avoid any pretty boy or slick macho arsehole who is only flirting with you to find out how high is net worth is, somewhere between demanding a blowjob (young sandwich employee in big corp on his way up) and shitting into your mouth (global sexgod popstar titan).

Just forget about the whole decline of the capitalist world showing its ugliest face in the complete destruction of all cultures of love, sex, romance, marriage and procreation.

Just KNOW!

That you need to realize one or several of the timeless goods and values of all humanity, one of which the sweet, deep, lasting bond of 2 well matched people.

That you have the need for it, the right to it and the power over it. Just as you can still DEMAND to breathe the sacred earth's air FOR FREE you can also DEMAND that you have a right to love and be loved in an intense, dignified, human and sacred way.

You may take time off for this, you may retreat for this, you may do extensive studies and exercises for this, you may transform yourself for this, you may tell everyone, family, friends, employers that you do no longer “function” for them as long as you have not found or repaired your main relationship. You may spend money on it, make a therapy to get ready for it, you may travel, you may go a little crazy … everything to realize your god-given right to love and be loved the human, the humane, the noble, wild, gentle way, as you need and deserve it at this stage of your life.

AND, finally: Take my word on it, and my word is worth gold and the purple dust of stars, you can have that, build that, keep that in a far better, rare and unique way, no matter how disgusting and absurd all your peers, or your family, is handling the matter. Or has handled it.

Those who have failed at a thing can never judge, never tell, never predict if (or how) one can make it, and make it work and make it better and make it last.

Learn by observing their failures, errors, mistakes, but do not listen to their words.

Once you start building a real, good, fine relationship others who are trying and doing the same, or have already achieved it, will pop up around you like mushrooms on a humid day.

But you can just as well start by leaving all people behind who dishonour the universal human treasure of love.

You can lose them all, for losing them is just like losing 20 kilograms of body fat.

It is losing a thing you really do not need at all.

[the-zinbeil]

Another Hell Machine ...

No matter what you say ...

Apart from social scenes such as fascist military, money mongering banking, environment raping industry, bloody thirsty pseudo-religion and all kinds of trades with human beings, weapons and drugs, media drugs included, the most brutal and hellish milieu of all is any scene involving older men with money, status, a name and the reps of an “artist”, a “genius”, a “pop star”, a “business tycoon” and younger cis-women who would go to any length to please and pleasure them in a calculated effort to get places, get and keep stuff.

Any length, but mostly the humiliation and any unethical harm done to other, specifically older women and queers.

I have zero tolerance for this kind of behavior. No matter how artsy fartsy its shtick.

And, frankly, if the women involved are at least middle class, and residents of a Western nation providing legal support and protection, if they have other OPTIONS I detest them even more.

Why?

Because those older men have a vital motivation: They fear for their status and vitality. They are aging.

Also, they are programmed to pick any fruit that is being offered.

While those young women are just ice-cold bitches with nothing but their personal selfish economic interest in mind. No way do they personally love those men they are using.

One more solid reason why mainstream feminism has lost me for good. It is always ready to forgive any self-declared “woman” any sin just because her birth-genital makes her the universal victim. 

Not quite so.

Not in my book.

Starting with the queer mantra that no one born with a cunt is condemned to play the social or sexual role of the hetero-sexual cis-woman if she finds it unrewarding.

So if you are not condemned to suffer under the generic fate of a “woman” there is also no excuse if you act as a toxic bitch taking revenge for her miserable lot.

[the-zinbeil]

A Perfect Gnostic Comedy ...

This is funny.

A perfect Gnostic comedy.

Sometimes heavy, almost tragic, sometimes sinister, sometimes dark, but romantic, sometimes absurd, sometimes hilarious, sometimes sober and epic, but finally it will be oh so light, like a Shakespearean romance.

A perfect Gnostic comedy if you realize that you have what most people of your place, time, gender, class, age lack -- things such as:

A stable, growing, deeply comforting, restoring, nourishing faith.

A profound and unfaltering sense of self-esteem.

A taste for continuous exercise, learning, scholarship in may fields, integrating them into a whole.

Appreciation of the miracle that is my however obese and fragile and aging and slightly genderfluid body.

An insatiable appetite for sex, love, romance, physical intimacy, the beauty of men, and people, that even years of sad porn addiction could not ruin.

A discerning gift of calm observation that can read people, their virtues, vices, potential, desires and levels of sickness and well-being, not being at all deceived by their cheap class-, gender-, nation-, party-, milieu-, media- and market-related masks and acts.

The ability to love the earth to madness even though we all know that it will change and never be the same. And we are the guilty idiot apes who caused this. (Or rather: Western men and their machines were and still are).

The readiness to go and leave in gentle acceptance even though I have never loved life as I love it now.

ALL THAT, and a loving heart, keen senses, and a deep sense of peace and certainty I have, and can as long as this brain is ticking never lose.

BUT I lack almost everything else all the other people have.

A spouse, kids, money, a job with a regular income, luxury goods, public acclaim, powerful sponsors, prestige at academia and media, the support of my city and country, the love and attention of cis-men in power and their female clones, a lot of friends I would really call friends or the access to physical love making with the man, or rather sacred monster, I still love.

Or any hope that this dying system could be saved with more words, more empty delusions, more pedagogy and more hectic work and other activities.

All this I lack.

But as I have all the things the others lack I feel fine.

[the-zinbeil]

There is a sense, a taste, a secret, one and a few tasks, and a goal to Life. Those 5 are different things and form the minimum structure of what can be called a universal art of life in its manifold variants. The Goal being: To become invincible. To that death comes late and gently (Daosim), Or is given or accepted in an act of risk taking and sacrifice (Christianity and the Abrahamic Trio), Or is chosen and consciously called and experienced in an active art of dying (Shamanism), Or is understood as a heavy transition to the next chapter (Asian schools of karma), or both understood and further designed as a necessary stage in the permanent learning process of all interrelated yet independent and divers living things as they need clearly defined stages of complete dissolution to make the universal learning more powerful, more lasting, a richer landscape of potential emergence (evolutionary pantheism).

AKA ZONO, The Pirate of Wisdom.